The mirror was always something you dread looking into, yet you couldn't really stop. The sight of your reflection fills you with disgust as you stand there in your underwear, for you only had an eye for the imperfections and not the contrary - unlike your boyfriend, Katsuki. "The hell are you staring at with that mopey ass face, huh?" He asked as he stepped behind you, hands in his pockets, torso adorning his - and your - favorite skull shirt. It pissed Katsuki off knowing that you didn't see what you were - perfect. You were the biggest idiot in the world to him because of it.